My Sweet Sister Pam

All characters in this story are over the age of 18.

Chapter 1

I was about ten steps behind my sister Pam as she walked quickly across the quad toward the library. I felt kinda guilty admiring her beautiful curves and her shapely ass that seemed to be begging for attention.

In my lustful moment, I imagined her 36D natural breasts bouncing as she was nearly jogging by now.

It finally dawned on me that she was late for her shift at the library front desk. That's why she was jogging.

Pam had a partial academic scholarship to our small town college but the part time library job helped her buy books and pay her apartment rent. She had always been an over achiever. In high school, she was an Honors graduate and co captain of the cheerleading squad.

She could have had any boy she wanted in school but she was very selective in who she dated.

She had dated Brad Thomas for most of her senior year but he had gone off to some obscure liberal arts college in Delaware to pursue his interest in finance and business administration.

I felt certain that Pam had some sort of sexual relationship with Brad. I'd tried many times to get her to admit it but she would always act coy when I pressed her for details.

Pam and I had always been close as siblings. We were the only children of James and Patricia Hamilton.

Pam was 14 months older than me, and after the death of our Mom, I'd really leaned on her for love and support. Pam had been my rock all during Mom's long battle with breast cancer.

She had a sixth sense about my grief and emptiness after Mom died. She would appear in my room and comfort me if she heard me crying. She would sit beside me and hold me just as Mom had done when I was a child. I was only 11 when Mom had died, so it was a very traumatic time.

Our Dad was aloof and distant. Mom's death didn't seem to change him in any way. He trained all his attention on his job as a corporate accountant. He had some fantasy that he could become a VP if only he worked 14 hours per day. His contribution to the family was financial and never emotional. It didn't seem as if he even missed Mom. I became very distant from my Dad after Mom died.

Dad's emotional and physical absence often left Pam and I alone and dependent on each other to find our way past losing our Mom.

Those tough years in high school and now college had helped build a bond between us that only grew with time.

Chapter 2

Pam was in such a hurry. Finally I yelled at her, "Wait up sis!" She turned quickly and smiled at me. God she had the most beautiful smile. He perfectly shaped lips and her soft brown eyes, just made me melt. She still had all the energy and youthful beauty I remembered from our younger years.

"What are you up to?" she asked

"Oh I'm headed to the chemistry lab, Dr. Huff wants me to help with his freshman 101 lab class. I'm hoping I might work that into a real paying student job." I replied.

"That's great Tom," she said with honest joy for me. "You would be perfect helping teach freshmen."

"Listen, I'm late for my shift, but please call me this afternoon, I've got some news to share with you, she squealed with excitement.

"I'll do better. I will swing by your apartment around 5 and cook you dinner. We will have salad and my famous Italian spaghetti. Do you still have that bottle of Merlot? I inquired.

Pam laughed, "Yes, it's sealed and cold. You're such a sweet brother, I do love you! See you then."

After my last class, I hurried to the grocery store to buy the things I needed for supper. I bought two more bottles of red wine along with the pasta, salad ingredients, tomato sauce, and ground beef.

My cooking skills had greatly improved out of necessity. Dad never cooked, so it was left to me and Pam if we wanted to eat.

I got the salad made and in the fridge and started on the sauce. The pasta would be cooked last right before we would eat.

I opened the first bottle of wine and sat down to rest a minute. I was eager for Pam to get home from her shift at the library.

At almost exactly 5:30, she came through the door. As always, she was her smiling beautiful confident self. She was on a path to become an ER nurse and I just knew she would be the best nurse in the world. Her kindness alone made her perfect as a healer.

She smiled and said, "hey I'm gonna go grab a shower before dinner, do you mind?"

"Oh no that's fine, I'll finish the pasta while you shower, " I offered.

She only partly closed her bedroom door as she disrobed and got ready to shower. I wasn't intentionally looking but I caught a glimpse of her undressing. She was magnificent, shapely, and her breasts begged for attention.

I silently screamed at myself to stop thinking about her in this way. "She is my sister! This can't happen."

Pam finished her shower and came back to the kitchen, her hair wrapped in a towel and wearing a white cotton robe.

As I turned toward the stove to stir the pasta, I felt Pam close behind me. I could feel her breath on my neck and her hands on my shoulders.

"Tom, turn around please." she purred into my ear.

I turned slowly thinking she was playing some silly joke on me. But it was no joke. Her robe lay in a heap on the floor and she was standing there naked with those soft brown eyes locked on me. Before I could speak, she leaned against me and pressed her lips to mine. It was not a sisterly peck of a kiss. It was a long tongue filled romantic kiss that made my knees buckle.

My male instincts caused me to respond with equal sexual energy.

"Oh Pam, oh my sweet sweet Pam."

I've thought of this moment for so so long. But I refused to let myself make the first move."

"Tom, I've wanted you for two years. I think of you day and night. I need you in my life now and forever. Please make love to me now before I chicken out."

I scooped her up and carried her back to her bedroom. The odor of her fresh perfume intoxicated me. She fell back onto the bed as I struggled to undress.

My cock was already aching to be inside her.

I was drawn to her beautifully trimmed pussy. She whispered to me, "Tom, I'm a virgin."

She saw the stunned look on my face. "But what about your high school boyfriend Brad" I asked.

"Well I sucked his cock a few times but that's all he got from me." I've saved myself for you and for this moment." "This is what I want."

I was ready to taste the forbidden fruit. It seemed that whatever I did to her, she liked. My tongue was at her opening, probing it, and lapping up her womanly juices like a cat with a saucer of milk. She squirmed and moaned.

And when I was nibbling and sucking on her labia, she was purring. But that was mild, almost insignificant, compared to her reaction when I concentrated on her clit. I found out just how much she loved my tongue flicking her clit.

"Oh fuck Tom, you're going to make me cum!" Stop stop! she groaned.

I want you to be inside me when I cum. Do you understand? Please give me that little brother. Please be inside me."

Pam opened her legs and beckoned me in. I wasted no more time.

She was as tight as I'd hoped she would be, so despite her being very wet, it was an effort to push my cock into her. As it went further in, I watched her face. She was crying.

"What's wrong Pam?" I asked.

It's just me being emotional and loving you." she explained.

With that, I brushed away her tears and pushed the last inch deep inside her. Her momentary grimace was quickly replaced by a look of utter joy.

I took a few seconds to savor the moment. She looked up at me with those soulful brown eyes. Up to now, it had all been about her. Now it was time for my cock to join in. Hopefully, this would end with both of us reaching orgasm at the same time.

That is the holy grail for lovemaking.

My first strokes were gentle, but as minutes passed I was getting quicker and more focused on fucking my beautiful sister.

I couldn't believe how good this felt, how good she felt. It was beyond my wildest expectations. And the proof of how exciting it was my climax rapidly approaching. Way too fast though for my liking. But there was nothing I could do about that, except fully enjoy what little time was left of it.

"I can't make it last much longer." I mumbled through my groans.

"Lift my legs up so that you can go deeper into me. That will finish me off too." she directed.

Thankfully, we were on the same page.

I lifted her legs to be high, almost over her shoulders as I slid deeper into her fresh pink hole. Her moans made me want her all the more.

Each stroke became harder than the one before. At times, even brutal. But she wasn't complaining, in fact, she was demanding more of me.

"Fuck me harder Tom! Please!" "Make me yours!"

I did exactly that and that's when she boiled over.

I was next, after only two more strokes.

As I spurted into her, I grunted loudly. While I was flooding my sister's virgin pussy she was still going strong. Her jerky convulsive movements made it look as if she was possessed. Her legs trembled and her hips pressed hard against mine. I'd made my big sister a woman.

"Oh, Tom, I'm cumming too. Oh my God! Oh my fucking God!"

Our first climax ended in a few moments. We lay there in the wetness and beauty of our deed silently contemplating what we had just done.

Pam curled up beside me resting her head on my chest. My heart was still beating wildly. My mind racing.

"What did we just do here Pam?" What have we done?" I asked again.

"We made love Tom. And it is just starting."

I stroked her hair and kissed her before we fell asleep in each other's arms.

Nothing had ever felt so right.